I woke up this morning from an interesting dream. It wasn't the normal dreams that you get, you know...falling, flying, naked in public, (lol, that would suck)...although frankly i've only had the flying dream maybe once, and the falling dream i've had a few times, but not very often.
This dream was so vivid it felt real. I dreamed that i was a mother (probably a few years older than i am now, b/c everyone else i knew in the dream was slightly older). I was married to my boyfriend and we had four children. Unfortunately i can only remember two of their names from the dream: Charlie and Karen. I'm pretty sure I had another boy and another girl too, either that or two more boys.
Anyway, in the dream we were somewhere, i assume that wasn't far from home. We were out. Charlie went missing. I can't remember what happened to lose him, but i do know he was gone. I felt like a horrible mother. I know we left at least two of the other three with my father. Then we went wandering around in the snow freaking out looking for Charlie. The snow didn't feel cold though. Maybe it wasn't real snow? I'm not sure, this was a dream after all; but we kept looking.
It felt like forever till we found Charlie, and when we did, he was by an old shed that my father tore down years ago when I was little, hiding in between it and my old swing set. He had a great big grin on his face when we found him, i guess because he thought it was a giant game of hide and seek.
All i remember was that when my boyfriend picked him up he looked so happy and relieved, that i could almost feel it coming from him myself. Then i got to hold him...it felt so real.
Out of nowhere my father, Karen, and the other two children came up and got in the action. My boyfriend took Charlie, i guess because he didn't want him out of his site, and i picked up Karen and the other little girl (yes i did have another boy and girl in the dream, not two boys like i thought) and my father held the other boy.
It felt so real, i kind of wish it were. We looked very happy.